The Thought of You
The Thought of You
Alone in her room she poses to stare
In her spherical mirror devoid of all clothes
Her lithe body strides over to pick up her dress
And drapes it against her admiring his gift
Her disheveled hair emblazoned in rows
A tendriled tiara , a queen de la vie
Unassumed beauty and a pert smile to charm
Eyelashes that flutter revealing her eyes
Of hazel that glow and blend with her hair
Her transparent dress embedded in foils
That glow from within when her heart rate will rise
He has been blessed with the love of his life
She entered his sun and his joy shineth bright
She Sits Alone Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
August 6, 2017
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